Chapter 185 You are one minute away from bankruptcy
Dong Lingxi was doing a facial mask in the women's club when she received a call from Jing Gao. She was the only one in the quiet and elegant VIP room, lying comfortably on the soft chair. The mask was attached to her pretty face. The woman's
Beauty is all built on money.
"Mr. Jing, have you decided?" Dong Lingxi was a little surprised. He turned his cell phone on speakerphone and talked to Jing Gao.
At this time, what could Jing Gao do if he wanted to see Zhao Canglong? He could only ask for peace. So she asked tactfully. At the same time, she felt very regretful. In fact, she was looking forward to Jing Gao winning! She never thought that he would give up so soon.
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She knew about Li Wei.
On the phone, Jing Gao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you decide or not. Just make an appointment with him. I know you can do it." His tone was very strong.
Dong Lingxi also felt the change in the height of the well. He speculated in his mind and said, "Okay, Mr. Jing."
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Dong Lingxi later called Jing Gao back and arranged to meet on the morning of next Monday five days later at the Jinghe Club.
It's obvious that Zhao Canglong doesn't take Jing Gao seriously at all. Sue for peace? Is this what you want to ask for?
At around 9 a.m. on Monday, June 6, Jing Gao arrived at the Jinghe Club in the Poly Building in Shunning District in a black 7 Series BMW.
The elevator to the 60th floor went up quickly. The city scene in early summer in the capital came into view. The glass curtains of the high-rise buildings were glowing with the hot sunshine. Bodyguard Fu Ye followed Jing Gao with his briefcase.
"Mr. Jing, hello." Lu Gangyu, who had a good relationship with Jing Gao, was waiting at the door, shook hands with him, and whispered: "Mr. Jing, please bear with the peace and quiet for a while!"
In the past few days, there has been another land auction in Hebei Province. I heard from Lao Xie that Xia Shang Real Estate Group did not bid anymore and was shying away from Canglong Group.
Jing Gao gently patted the back of Lu Gangyu's hand, accepted his kindness, and followed him to the banquet hall No. 1.
At this time, the WeChat group "Jinghe's Four Years of Spring" had already exploded.
Aliens are coming: Our young and energetic Mr. Jing has arrived. I just saw Lu Gangyu, a textile maker, leading him in with my own eyes.
Huahua: A large-scale face-slapping scene! How many people were waiting in Jinghe this morning?
Your uncle is your uncle: he has a sore back and is still at home. Waiting for your live broadcast.
Wei Wuji: At San'er's house, right?
Ms. Dong: There is no live broadcast. It is just the four of us talking. The content of the conversation is confidential.
A big bird like me: Alas! Mr. Jing is afraid that after today, he will withdraw from the group and will not come to Jinghe again.
Cuckoo Pigeon: It must be so.
Aliens are coming: +1.
I am Xiao Ai: Haha, who asked Mr. Jing to provoke me before? He is so young and frivolous.
Fatty Ma: He is a big fool!
Fatty Ma: I think some people can’t afford it. Who is he?
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The No. 1 Banquet Hall on the 66th floor is about two to three hundred square meters. The decoration style is Western-style, restrained and luxurious, with gray and white as the main colors.
Today's decoration style is not popular in the past, but the rich gold and Chinese red. The rich style with big gold chains is quickly disappearing. Instead, it is popular to show real skill in details, show nobility and stand out.
When Jing Gao came in, the three people sitting on the brown sofa in the middle of the living room: Zhao Canglong, Fatty Ma, and Dong Lingxi did not stand up.
Zhao Canglong was sitting on the sofa, smoking slowly, enjoying himself and being comfortable, as if he didn't realize anyone was coming.
Dong Lingxi put down her mobile phone, picked up the teacup and drank tea, her eyelids drooping to hide her thoughts.
Fatty Ma looked at Jing Gao with disdain and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Jing? What are you doing here?" He had just cursed Jing Gao in the group.
Jing Gao didn't even bother to look at Fatty Ma, and glanced at Zhao and Dong. Haha, there are so many different things in the world! He raised his hand and looked at the watch, it was 9:59 in the morning. He sat down and said, "Mr. Zhao, how close are you to me?"
There’s only one minute until bankruptcy.”
"Pfft..." Dong Lingxi turned her head and spit out a mouthful of tea. What Jing Gao said... was simply... simply beyond her ability to describe. It was so shocking!
"Haha! Haha!" Fatty Ma laughed out loud, slapping his thighs with his hands, making his stomach hurt.
The corners of Zhao Canglong's mouth were slightly raised, he held a cigarette in his hand, glanced at Jing Gao lightly, and said, "I'm going to die if I don't say anything shocking! I originally planned to dry you out. Okay, you go on. I'll listen."
Jing Gao smiled faintly and fulfilled his wish, "Second point, I am the major shareholder of Canglong Group. Your status as chairman of the board of directors will be lifted immediately."
Dong Lingxi was speechless and looked at Jing Gao with almond-shaped eyes.
Fatty Ma continued to laugh, "Haha!"
Zhao Canglong couldn't help laughing, and he lit his cigarette ashes in a leisurely manner, saying: "The idea is very good. If you want me to go bankrupt, and then you want me to lose control of the Canglong Group, it will be almost a replica of the family being destroyed. But..."
Before he could finish saying "but", Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang, directly interrupting Fatty Ma's laughter that was echoing in the luxurious hall.
Zhao Canglong picked up the phone and asked, "Hello?"
The anxious voice of an HSBC trader came from inside, "Mr. Zhao, your position has been liquidated."
What?
Zhao Canglong only felt a rush of blood and a slight pain in his body. The term liquidation in futures means: he lost all the money he invested.
Without 3/3, there is no way to go to Liangshan. He entrusted HSBC Bank to operate, not investing in oil futures with huge risks, but stock index, stock and interest rate futures, options, etc. He invested a total of 120 million.
It was very quiet in the banquet hall No. 1. Fatty Ma and Dong Lingxi could clearly hear the voice on the phone: Liquidation!
The muscles on Fatty Ma's face are a little stiff. This shows how capable he is! He seems to be laughing a little loudly.
Dong Lingxi put down the tea in his hand and looked at Jing Gao seriously.
Zhao Canglong hung up the phone, looked at Jing Gao with a gloomy look, looked at the reaction of his younger brother and the woman, and smiled, "That's it?"
His family has a big business, and the investment loss of 120 million makes him feel sad. But it is not enough to make him bankrupt.
At this time, Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang again.
Zhao Canglong frowned and answered the phone. This time it was not a bank employee, but a manager he had transferred from the Canglong Group to handle stock investments for him in Hong Kong. He said frustratedly: "Mr. Zhao, today's opening is a bit weird.
More than a dozen stocks we bought plummeted across the board, with book losses as high as 300 million."
As the stock manager, he had to notify Mr. Zhao of this loss.
Zhao Canglong couldn't stand it anymore and shouted sharply: "What's going on?" His assets are around 5 billion. It is impossible for all of this wealth to be in cash. It is distributed in equity, real estate, stocks, futures, cars, yachts, etc.
Wait for the above.
The combined losses on stocks and futures were nearly 500 million, and the liquidity in his hands was almost exhausted.
"Mr. Zhao, you can read the market for yourself. We may be targeted."
Zhao Canglong asked Fatty Ma to bring a computer, opened the software, and looked at the all-red interface, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
A rise in A shares is red, and a fall in Hong Kong stocks is red.
Jing Gao sat on the sofa and ordered: "Mr. Dong, pour me a glass of red wine."
